Volume 1, Chapter 59: Shura Field

"Divorce is out of the question!"

Xiao Chuyu roared furiously, his voice hoarse.

Shen Yixuan handed the divorce agreement to Liu Ruxuan, turning his face away. Just like her, Shen Yixuan avoided looking at Liu Ruxuan's face because he was afraid he would regret it.

How could Chu Chen not be shocked to discover that this man, clad in battle armor and wielding a painted halberd, was actually the Great Sage Huangquan, a disciple of the Primordial Palace?

Relying on his intimate knowledge of the biological laboratory, the clone easily shook off his pursuers by utilizing the ventilation ducts.

Xin Shisan had mentioned before coming that the core lawyers here were all trusted confidants of his, as their reputations had been built entirely by Xin Shisan himself.

"You aren't completely stupid after all," Elder He's calm voice sounded once again. Although the words were not entirely flattering, the underlying sense of gratification was unmistakable.

"No need, this time I will handle it myself. Coach, you just need to help me." Zhu Tianyun suddenly stood up and looked at Coach Zhong. Meeting Zhu Tianyun's confident gaze, Coach Zhong nodded.

"Jue Wuji... I wonder what relation this fellow has with Jue Wushen. Could it be that I am destined to cross paths with members of the Jue family?" Hearing the surrounding discussions, Lin Feng muttered to himself.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, the man-eating flower beast resembled an exotic dancer. As she swayed in a seductive dance, the crowd seemed to catch a whiff of a fantastical fragrance—a unique scent that drove one to intoxication and delirium.

With a deafening crash, all the peerless prodigies were blasted backward, spewing blood as they flew through the air, leaving only Yaoyue standing frozen in place with a face as pale as ashes.

What on earth was the meaning of this? Good grief! First, she encouraged her man to engage in burning, killing, and plundering, and then she declared her loyalty, professing her unwavering devotion to him.

Feng Shang was left feeling inexplicably tickled by Chang Gege's smile. "Yue'er." A myriad of thoughts and emotions were concentrated within those two simple words.

Xu Feifei opened her eyes wide and stared at Qian Ren, trying to read a definitive message from his face.

While her mind was wandering with all sorts of stray thoughts, the silk scroll unrolled once again, revealing the character attributes she had gained from her previous world.

The Dragon-Slaying Palm technique was simple and easy to learn, and with Chen Xuan's prior foundation in the Subduing Dragon Palm, he grasped the essentials with ease.

She did not deny that the Jiang family was still considered upright for the time being, but they certainly could not claim that their hands were entirely free of innocent blood. One only needed to look at their unconditional, bottomless pampering and support for Jiang Xiaoxiao, as well as the countless messes they had cleaned up for her reckless deeds, to know the truth.

Meanwhile, the steward at the door looked innocently at Elder Ji, his gaze falling upon the newly delivered porcelain, making his plea for instruction abundantly clear.

Luo Xingchen and the others focused their gazes, only to be struck with utter astonishment. For the person suddenly teleported out was none other than Lei Peng—the fat man who had just appeared in the seventh realm.

"I am the very 'wilted flower' you speak of." Qiao Qing'er lifted her chin and threw back her shoulders, showing not the slightest trace of retreat.

Elder Jiang's words undoubtedly opened a door to a new world for Chen Xuan. Ecstatic, he poured his entire heart and soul into cultivation.

The moment they caught sight of that statue, Lei Shan and the poison masters involuntarily furrowed their brows. The poison masters, in particular, were far too familiar with that object, as it belonged to one of the signature sects of the Xiangxi region, famed alongside witchcraft and corpse-driving.

Faint sounds of laughter and conversation drifted in from outside the window. Since the lights-out bugle had not been sounded, the entire military camp remained brightly lit even though it was already ten-thirty in the evening. The light cast through the windows onto the curtains created shadows of the evergreen trees planted outside the barracks; as the night breeze rustled the branches, the shadows on the curtains seemed to come alive, swaying gently.